A man does not lead such a life as yours for nothing.

You are rolling in money, and you mean to punish me by leaving it all to Marian." The silversmith grew pale with anger during this speech of his son's.
"You are a consummate scoundrel," he said, "and are at liberty to think what you please.

I tell you, once for all, I am as poor as Job.

But if I had a million, I would not give you a sixpence of it." "So be it," the other answered gaily.

"I have not performed the duties of a parent very punctually hitherto; but I don't mind taking some trouble to find this girl while I am in England, in order that she may not lose her chances with you." "You need give yourself no trouble on that score.